Aww a postcard!

Little bit of backstory. A couple months ago I decided to drive from NY to CO to visit my brothers for Thanksgiving. Arrive at midnight in MN to sleep and pick up brother#1. Next morning leave around 6am, brother is driving to let me sleep a little more, CO eta 6pm, just in time for Thanksgiving dinner. An hour into the trip we get into a decently terrible accident. Totaled the car, concussion, broken sternum and tailbone, spend Thanksgiving and the next day in the hospital.

Not too shabby until you look at the other side of the car

Icy roads man. We lost control, drove across the grass median, missed hitting the semi drivng the other way but I guess (according to the article that came out later that day) the heavy duty work truck I thought I saw drive behind us actually smashed into us and we flipped over. Hence the missing back half of the car and probably the MN license plate I found under the seat.
Anyway, we never make it to CO to see brother#2 for Thanksgiving, but I end up flying back home for New Years when the whole family meets up for the holidays and I stay for the next three months recovering from the accident.
Upon returning to work and NY about a month ago I'm bombarded with about five pounds of hospital/insurance/car bills that wasn't forwarded to my home address. I dunno about you but normally when I get more than three pieces of mail that reminds me I have to adult and give money to keep my name clear from the blacklist of bad credit, I usually stuff them in a box to "deal with later". This time, I opened them all, sorted them into piles of "not bills", "maybe bills", "this was a bill but isn't?", "what?", and then stuffed them in the "deal with later" box.
So back to the postcard. I started sending people happy mail (postcards and boxes of cookies) in hopes that they would return the favor and break up the onslaught of bills I've been receiving. These people include brother#2 who, just the other day (finally) sent me something.